My oh my, where does the time go?   Summer hits and the weeks fly by.  With three kids home from school each day, my energies are more diversified than usual.  It always takes me several days to adjust to three faces (sometimes four, if you count Mr. Wonderful) finding me around noon and wanting to know what’s for lunch.  Cooking in the middle of the day is very hard for me, primarily due to the fact that I’m usually in the middle of a cleaning or painting project and just….can’t….afford….to stop! I do love having everyone around though.  All three kids played Parcheesi sprawled on the living room floor this afternoon while it rained outside, Reo Speedwagon’s “I Don’t Want to Lose You”  playing in the background.  Great family time. I served leftover mac n’ cheese for lunch.  Teehee for me 🙂 Okay, so about home projects.  Upon our return from a family vacation in Idaho, the exterior…

You are going to think we are such hicks.But I’ll let you in on a secret.  We kinda are :-)With me being raised on a farm in Minnesota, and Mr. Wonderful growin’ up in a teeny weeny little town tucked into the mountains of Southeast Alaska, we were somewhat doomed when it came to high society, stylish upbringing.But we’re perfectly okay with that.  Our first mattress had tire tracks on it (yes, it was run over after flying out the back of our Toyota truck on a Montana highway~ one of the funniest stories ever), we’ve been known to use towel-draped cardboard boxes for tv stands, and for some reason we hold onto carpet remnants like they’re made of gold: “Surely we’ll find a use for one of these some day!”We’re kinda nuts.Which is why you won’t be completely surprised to see one of these should you walk into our bedroom right now:This is…

I tell ya, if you ever hit a dry spell of creativity and inspiration, 10-15 minutes perusing all the amazing blogs in the home design/decorating/refinishing community and you’ll practically bound away from the computer screen, eyes crazed, in pursuit of the nearest project not tied down. Which is what happened to me Wednesday after reading Little Miss Penny Wenny’s Chevron chair reupholstery project.  What a wonderful transformation!  I love the silvery wood color, the fabric is to-die-for, and I especially love how taut she was able to get the fabric all around her batting.  The finished product looks very professional ~ and I was completely inspired.  How hard could it be to reupholster a chair? I literally bounded into my living room, grabbed this chair I’ve been dying to upholster, and started tearing away at the piping. I got this far: Ummm, no one told me how extremely difficult it was going to be to rip out professionally stapled…

I’m very excited! I received a phone call from the shipping company this morning and they will be delivering our new king-size bedframe tomorrow!I’ve always been hesitant to commit to a king-size bed.  I told Mr. Wonderful I was afraid it would be too…….impersonal.  How far would I have to reach across the bed to know his warm body was beside me?  As it is now, on our queen-size bed, I bump into him all night long.  This, oddly enough, is a huge comfort to me.However, all the couples we’ve talked to who have a king-size bed say they wish they’d done it years earlier.  “You’ll never regret it” is the sentiment we hear over and over and over.We took the plunge when we were in Seattle a couple weeks ago.  They had this king-size bedframe on display, and it was marked 60% off because it was the floor model…

I am popping in to say hi.  After a week in Denver celebrating a dear friend’s 40th, I’ve had a difficult time reconnecting with All Mimsy.  Certainly not because I don’t miss it.  I do, very much.  I think it has more to do with nature.  Not my own, but the one outside.Since our return on Sunday, nature has been pulling me out..out…out…away from the walls of my rooms, away from my painted furniture, away from my projects, away from my interior creative focus.With the sun on my face and a spring breeze in the air, I have been raking, cleaning up fallen trees and branches around the yard, planning our landscaping for the summer, preparing my pots for bundles of colorful flowers.What a refreshing, much needed breath of fresh air.No worries, though, as I am already feeling a pull back to my blogging world.  I visited an enormous antique store in Denver and…

I gave a sneak peek in my last post of a painted sign I was creating….a project I’d never tried before but was eager to explore.  I’ve often heard of using what, to many now, are old fashioned projectors to ‘project’ a selected image on a wall or board and then trace around it prior to painting, but I’d yet to try it myself.  A couple weeks ago, during our church’s annual Mother/Daughter Tea, I happened to be visiting with one of our associate pastors and asked if the church happened to have a projector they’d be willing to sell or give away.  She said they did have a few in the building, but they really didn’t use them much any more, so she’d be happy to loan one out to me for as long as I needed it.Yippee!I knew exactly where I wanted to hang my first painted sign…..right in…

I have been asked several times where my blog name ‘All Mimsy’ originated and whether or not it has significant meaning. The answer to the second question is no.  All Mimsy, in and of itself, does not have significant meaning, which is the precise reason it suited this blog. I am one of those people who look for reason & meaning in most everything.  I long to understand the why’s behind events, actions, thoughts, speech.  Most often, once I learn the reason behind something, I am able to accept and process on a different plane.  A more logical plane.  And, usually, a more compassionate plane. The area of my life in which I create often defies reason and meaning.  At times I am motivated for no other reason than to express an urge deep within.  I do not understand the source of the urge, nor it’s persistency, but I am learning to listen to it more…

I had to pop in to say hi and let you know I finished one of my projects. Remember this little lady I rescued from my Mom’s deck last summer? Now here she is today after a little love 🙂 This poor chest was in rough shape for years.  A beautiful oak piece, she was originally a dark stain when my mom acquired her.  One painting mishap later which involved my older brother, a tall ladder, and an entire gallon of paint spilled in the fall, she never quite recovered and was being used as a serving buffet outdoors.  The exposure to weather, chill and damp had left her top deeply cracked.  In several parts, her finish was worn down to bare wood. But I loved her 🙂 First, I filled in the deep cracks on the top with wood fill, let dry, and then sanded everything down as best…

Do you know what this means? It means hallelujah….I’m motivated!….and I’ve got some serious painting ahead. Whoa, is that a water-based stripping agent and a putty knife I see?  Yes, I believe it is 🙂 Here’s a little secret: I’ve never stripped before.  But I’m sure gonna give it a try, and I’m feelin’ kinda giddy about it.  It seems like a very grown-up thing to do, and since I just turned 40 in December, I qualify. Something exciting happened on Tuesday that has my little head all abuzz.  I’ve been debating whether or not to share it, but then I decided that the only reason I wouldn’t share is my fear that it may not work out. And that’s silly.  If this blog is a journey of beauty and inspiration, then sharing my inspiration with you is what All Mimsy is about———is what I’m about.  So I have to…